Things that suck:
- pulling & cramping a muscle while trying to poop
- torrents of rain falling as I dash between daycare centers sans umbrella
- Realizing that childcare + our mortgage will potentially eat up 65% of our combined income
- The bossman currently ditching my proposal to drop to four days
- watching my well-laid plans spin around a metaphorical toilet bowl at the word “unlikely”
- panic attacks revolving around the inability to afford my spawn
Things that do not suck quite so bad:
- lemonade from Chick Fil A
- a daycare director telling me that I am too slim to possibly be knocked up, even though I know that’s an effing lie
